nayati & lynire » you know nothing
Story: RPG Storyverse (relationship and situation are canon, exact scene might not be)
Genre: messy romance?
Rating: 16+
Characters: Nayati & fool_with_dream's Lynire
Prompt: from this fucked up kissing meme
CN: Arguing/fighting incl. insults; undernegotiated but generally consensual kissing and biting incl. blood; avoiding of important conversations; withheld information; soulbond/soulmate themes; idiots to soulmates (who kind of still hate each other but also feel drawn to each other at this point)
Author's Note: No idea if or to what extent this might be canon, but it’s what came to mind for that prompt (when considering that the challenge is about ~*fucked up*~ kisses in particular) lol enjoy!
a kiss to gain control
When you kiss her again, for the first time since that fateful day, it's a kiss to gain control; a kiss like the bite of a cornered animal.
Of course, you're arguing, snapping at each other; she was just about to stomp away, but when you bring up your theory about what happened between the two of you - that she must have cursed you out of spite -, she stops in her tracks.
»Don't you dare.« There's a sharper edge to her voice all of a sudden, and her eyes are tinted a darker shade of grey. She's coming back, closing in on you, and before you realize you started backing up, your shoulders hit a nearby wall, trapping you between her and the building.
Brow furrowed, jaw clenched, eyes flaming as if trying to set you alight, she's all up in your face, so close it makes you feel a bit lightheaded, brings back the memory of her teeth digging into your lip and the taste of blood on your tongue.
You were both angry before, but now, it seems you have gotten yourself into dangerous territory real quick, and you don't even know how.
»Don't talk to me about curses«, she hisses, anger barely held back practically vibrating under her skin. »Stop coming up with nonsense theories about things you know nothing about.« She lets out a scornful tsk sound. »Besides, if I wanted you cursed, I could think of worse, much worse than a stupid fucking soulbond with a stranger you can't stand, trust me, I-«
You kiss her before you know what you're doing.
You kiss her before the true weight of her words starts to skin in; before she can say anything else you're not prepared to hear.
Soulbond.
Just when the realization begins to seep in, despite the confusing yet comforting feeling of her lips against yours, she catches your lip between her teeth mid-kiss and bites down hard. You suck in your breath sharply, trying to suppress the treacherous whimper waiting to escape your throat.
Soulbond.
As her taste mixes with that of your own blood and that sweet, sweet pain makes you just a little bit weak in the knees, her words reverberate throughout your mind, your body, your entire being. They don’t make sense yet, but you know, deep down, that they are true; you can feel it with every fiber of your soul. It’s as if a curtain has been lifted, the light streaming inside revealing more truth than either of you are ready to admit to.
When you finally break apart, after what feels like an eternity, her lips are tinted red. And as much as you would like to deny it … you actually like them that way. It feels right to let her in like this, to give her everything she’s willing to take from you, despite your ego telling you otherwise. You blink at her very slowly, almost in a daze.
»Soulbond.«
You only realize you said it out loud when her brow furrows again. »What about it?«
»Soulbond. That’s what you said.« Slowly, your awareness of reality returns, as if rising back into consciousness after being asleep for too long. Your eyes focus on her again, properly this time, without the dreamy haze clouding your sight. »Is that what’s been going on? Did you know all this time?«
Lynire falls silent, almost eerily so. It takes a deep breath or two until she finds her composure again, shoulders straightening, chin jutting out just the tiniest bit. »I already told you you were a lousy kisser«, she huffs. »What on earth possessed you to try again?«
»The fact that I know that’s a lie«, you blurt out. You don't even have to think; the answer is as clear in your mind as if you had literally read hers and plucked the information right out of her realm of thoughts and emotions. »And now I know why I know, too.«
»You think you know?«, she scoffs, shaking her head. »You fucking idiot. You know nothing.«
Just when you’re about to raise your voice again, she catches your lips with hers, a Just shut up already of the wordless kind, and you can sense it’s both a distraction and an admission. An attempt to avoid the words that need to be spoken while still giving in to the feelings that refuse to be blocked out. It’s a kiss to gain control; a kiss like the bite of a cornered animal.
Makes sense, you think to yourself, right before you both open your mouths slightly, in perfect sync, and the stream of thoughts ceases completely as soon as her tongue touches yours, replaced by a wave of raw emotion you honestly don't mind crashing over you.
Makes sense that your actual soulmate would kiss you the exact same way you just kissed her, too, mere moments ago.
Genre: messy romance?
Rating: 16+
Characters: Nayati & fool_with_dream's Lynire
Prompt: from this fucked up kissing meme
CN: Arguing/fighting incl. insults; undernegotiated but generally consensual kissing and biting incl. blood; avoiding of important conversations; withheld information; soulbond/soulmate themes; idiots to soulmates (who kind of still hate each other but also feel drawn to each other at this point)
Author's Note: No idea if or to what extent this might be canon, but it’s what came to mind for that prompt (when considering that the challenge is about ~*fucked up*~ kisses in particular) lol enjoy!
a kiss to gain control
When you kiss her again, for the first time since that fateful day, it's a kiss to gain control; a kiss like the bite of a cornered animal.
Of course, you're arguing, snapping at each other; she was just about to stomp away, but when you bring up your theory about what happened between the two of you - that she must have cursed you out of spite -, she stops in her tracks.
»Don't you dare.« There's a sharper edge to her voice all of a sudden, and her eyes are tinted a darker shade of grey. She's coming back, closing in on you, and before you realize you started backing up, your shoulders hit a nearby wall, trapping you between her and the building.
Brow furrowed, jaw clenched, eyes flaming as if trying to set you alight, she's all up in your face, so close it makes you feel a bit lightheaded, brings back the memory of her teeth digging into your lip and the taste of blood on your tongue.
You were both angry before, but now, it seems you have gotten yourself into dangerous territory real quick, and you don't even know how.
»Don't talk to me about curses«, she hisses, anger barely held back practically vibrating under her skin. »Stop coming up with nonsense theories about things you know nothing about.« She lets out a scornful tsk sound. »Besides, if I wanted you cursed, I could think of worse, much worse than a stupid fucking soulbond with a stranger you can't stand, trust me, I-«
You kiss her before you know what you're doing.
You kiss her before the true weight of her words starts to skin in; before she can say anything else you're not prepared to hear.
Soulbond.
Just when the realization begins to seep in, despite the confusing yet comforting feeling of her lips against yours, she catches your lip between her teeth mid-kiss and bites down hard. You suck in your breath sharply, trying to suppress the treacherous whimper waiting to escape your throat.
Soulbond.
As her taste mixes with that of your own blood and that sweet, sweet pain makes you just a little bit weak in the knees, her words reverberate throughout your mind, your body, your entire being. They don’t make sense yet, but you know, deep down, that they are true; you can feel it with every fiber of your soul. It’s as if a curtain has been lifted, the light streaming inside revealing more truth than either of you are ready to admit to.
When you finally break apart, after what feels like an eternity, her lips are tinted red. And as much as you would like to deny it … you actually like them that way. It feels right to let her in like this, to give her everything she’s willing to take from you, despite your ego telling you otherwise. You blink at her very slowly, almost in a daze.
»Soulbond.«
You only realize you said it out loud when her brow furrows again. »What about it?«
»Soulbond. That’s what you said.« Slowly, your awareness of reality returns, as if rising back into consciousness after being asleep for too long. Your eyes focus on her again, properly this time, without the dreamy haze clouding your sight. »Is that what’s been going on? Did you know all this time?«
Lynire falls silent, almost eerily so. It takes a deep breath or two until she finds her composure again, shoulders straightening, chin jutting out just the tiniest bit. »I already told you you were a lousy kisser«, she huffs. »What on earth possessed you to try again?«
»The fact that I know that’s a lie«, you blurt out. You don't even have to think; the answer is as clear in your mind as if you had literally read hers and plucked the information right out of her realm of thoughts and emotions. »And now I know why I know, too.«
»You think you know?«, she scoffs, shaking her head. »You fucking idiot. You know nothing.«
Just when you’re about to raise your voice again, she catches your lips with hers, a Just shut up already of the wordless kind, and you can sense it’s both a distraction and an admission. An attempt to avoid the words that need to be spoken while still giving in to the feelings that refuse to be blocked out. It’s a kiss to gain control; a kiss like the bite of a cornered animal.
Makes sense, you think to yourself, right before you both open your mouths slightly, in perfect sync, and the stream of thoughts ceases completely as soon as her tongue touches yours, replaced by a wave of raw emotion you honestly don't mind crashing over you.
Makes sense that your actual soulmate would kiss you the exact same way you just kissed her, too, mere moments ago.